Chapter 1: Getting Started...

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by SoffiaRios

by SoffiaRios

Spoiler: you are about to read my "private" diary, in which I tell a story that, no doubt, does not catch on in social networks.

Chapter 1: Getting Started

May 19, 2024
Barcelona, Spain

Alone, but ILLUSIONATE

I am alone on a terrace at Barcelona's airport, I have just left my country with many illusions, which I can summarize as wanting to live, enjoy, and discover myself.

I've had this urge for as long as I can remember. I had always felt like I needed to get out (of my house 🤓). I'm kidding, I've always wanted to get out, explore, and experience different things And I know there's something nice waiting for me.❤️

But in the end, all I feel is absolute happiness, enthusiasm, and optimism.

Although I'm still a bit nervous because I haven't arrived at my final destination. But in my imagination I am already in Himarë, being very happy.

This happens while listening to "Pesadilla" from 8 1/2, I realize how much I enjoy the daylight when it's already 7 p.m., and I eat some sort of "hotdog" whose wrapper says it's "acorn ham strips". It looked like raw ground beef, but the truth is... it tastes HORRIBLE! 😬

First scene: Soffia on the terraceSecond scene: The "birutas de jamón de bellota" 🙃

Notes:
* I didn't know people come to the terrace to smoke. I'm going to go slyly 👀.
* I have seen some very handsome men. But there was one who more than earned his reign. French, I could tell by the flag on his uniform. Athletic, I could tell. Perfectly athletic body. Beautiful face, big, clear eyes, fair complexion, and slightly flushed cheeks. He looked a little unfriendly but in the perfect spot. And, the icing on the cake, his butt, stood out noticeably from his dark blue sweatshirt. 🤭.

And you, how do you like men or women? With or without a butt that stands out 🤭?

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